Many A Poor Soul Has

It Was Among Farmers And Potato Diggers And Old Men In Workhouses And Beggars At My Own Door That I Found What Was Beyond These And Yet Farther Beyond That Drawingroom Poet Of My Childhood In The Expression Of Love, And Grief, And The Pain Of Parting, That Are The Disclosure Of The Individual Soul.

We Would Not Give Up Our Own Country - Ireland - If We Were To Get The Whole World As An Estate, And The Country Of The Young Along With It.

There Is Lasting Kindness In Heaven When No Kindness Is Found Upon Earth.

There Is Many A Man Without Learning Will Get The Better Of A College-bred Man, And Will Have Better Words, Too.

It Is The Old Battle, Between Those Who Use A Toothbrush And Those Who Don't.